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Don't Forget To Remeber Me

Novel By: FutureMarinesGirl
Young adult



Can a friendship turn into something more?
Bailey Williams is an 18 year old marine brat with more strength then you can even imagine. After watching her father leave since she was little and having to fight for her life as well can change a person. But the one person who kept her sane was her best friend Jayden, who she is head over heels in love with. Can she keep from telling him her true feelings? Or will someone else come in and steal her from his grasp? Or will something even bigger than the three of them take Bailey away for good? I guess you will just have to read to find out…
***Sequel to My Hero's My Marines*** View table of contents...


Submitted:Dec 6, 2010    Reads: 789    Comments: 12    Likes: 7   


"Okay now we are on the last game of the night. Now we have Wyatt and Bailey vs. Taylor and Skylar." Bernie said. I looked at Wyatt as he looked at the two guys. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Wyatt come on we kick ass." I smiled bumping my shoulder with his. Most people have left since it was getting really late. So it was really about 10 people were still here. Taylor laughed.
"Sure Blondie, I want to see that." He laughed. I rolled my eyes at him.
"I could kick your ass." I laughed. He raised his eye brows.
"Okay let's make this more fun. If you win I will take you out for dinner." He said putting his hand out for me to shake.
"And in the really small change that you win because I got too tired to play, what do you get?" I asked at Bernie set up the triangle for us to start the game with. He put his hand to his chin rubbing the line of stubble.
"When I win you give me 20 dollars and I get your number." He gave me a half smile.
"Let me think….a free dinner? You're on." I laughed getting ready to break. Wyatt shook his head as the game started. We were almost done. It was tied. I must say Taylor and Skylar were pretty good at playing pool. They had two striped balls left when we only had a solid 2 to get in to win. I got the 2 in easily and now all I have left to go is get the 8 ball in and not scratch like I usually do under pressure. I look a deep breath and looked at Wyatt. He smiled, telling me with his eyes 'you can do this'. I nodded looking back at the ball with the perfect angle to get it into the right middle pocket. I hit the ball sending the 8 ball in. The white ball kept going making it silent in the room. This was the last thing that ended the game. If the white ball goes in, we lose. If it doesn't, we win. The fate of the rest of the game was in gravities hands. I watched the white ball as it got closer and closer to the hole till…… it stopped. Right before it was going to fall into the pocket. We won. I looked at Wyatt as a smile spread across his face, from ear to ear. Dad was going to be so proud of us. We won! We won! Bernie gamed as Wyatt hugged me. This was amazing. We won! The rest happened in a blear as Bernie gave Wyatt and me the check for 500 dollars and took our picture. He handed the trophy to Wyatt as I walked over to Skylar and Taylor.
"Nice job Bailey, you really can play." Skylar smiled shaking my hand.
"Thanks you're not so bad yourself." I chuckled. I looked at Taylor as he itched his neck. "Good game?" I asked putting my hand out for him to shake. He smiled taking my hand and shaking it.
"I guess. But I don't see how we lost to a Blondie and her team mate." He chuckled making me smile.
"Well he isn't my team mate, he is my big brother." I shrugged at him putting my hands in my pockets.
"Big brother?" He asked as the corners of his mouth pulled up a little higher.
"Twin brother really." I nodded checking the time on my phone. Man it was late, like almost 3 o'clock. Now I had to be on the air way at 6 to pick up Harley, which is in 3 hours and I still haven't slept. Great.
"Hmmm Twins vs. Twins kind of funny if you ask me." He said as we all started to walk out of the place since Bernie wants to go home.
"No the funny part is Twins won." I laughed as we got to Wyatt's truck.
"So about that dinner….." He trailed off making me look at him.
"You don't have to take me if you don't want to its fine. I understand." I nodded disappointed. Taylor put a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey that wasn't what I was going to say. I haven't really been around here so I don't know any good places other than that dinner you work at. I was wondering if you have any ideas." I looked up into his piercing blue eyes.
"Uh… I know a couple that are on the broad walk that many people don't really go to since it's the winter time and they think is freezing." I chuckled. Taylor looked at me like I was crazy.
"Blondie it is freezing." He chuckled rubbing his hands together. I shrugged.
"I don't feel it." I giggled at his red cheeks.
"So how about for dinner I give you my number so we can plan it when we both aren't so tired." He said shivering.
"I will take your number on one condition." He looked at me.
"What would that condition be Blondie?"
"Only if you take my number too." He chuckled.
"I guess I'll take your number. But only because I have to." He winked at me pulling out his car keys getting ready to go home.
"Well if you say it like that I might not even give you my number. Maybe I take that condition back." I shrugged playfully folding my arms.
"Okay, okay, I would love your number Blondie so I can love it forever and ever." He smiled at me happily.
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes chuckling again as I pulled out a pen and took hold of Taylor's hand. I pulled up his hoodie sleeve and wrote my number on his arm. I put Blondie with a little smiley face next to it above the number. Taylor stole the pen from my hand and did the same for me pulling up my hoodie sleeve and wrote his number on my arm. He smiled handed me my pen back.
"I better get going its pretty late. I guess I'll talk to you soon?" He asked hopefully.
"Yeah soon." I nodded hoping into Wyatt's truck, not able to wipe the smile off my face…………….




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